Shining Armor From My Little Pony Novels & Stories

Pixie growls and she sends me to the dark corners of her mind. Varla scampers to her feet, quite shocked. Standing in the same spot, a circle of light forms under my feet and my skin begins to glow with sparkling dust. My shimmering silver blonde hair loosened from the elastic that bound the ponytail and cascaded in the air. Varla becomes confused and the crowd gasps and murmurs in awe.

*Glow: Body Hardening* *Breath: Crystal Armor* *Breath: Ray Gun* A bright light engulfed the White Fox as she fortified her defenses. Her skin was quickly covered in scales that were as tough as steel. As if that wasn’t enough, several crystals coalesced on her hardened skin and formed another barrier of defense, creating an armor that was as thick as Mane’s entire fist!

skin. It was ridiculous. It was glorious. The armor was polished gold with glowing blue runic etchings. Massive pauldrons shaped like lion heads sat on his shoulders, breathing digital steam. Every time he moved, little sparkles of light trailed behind him like fairy dust. "You look like a disco ball had a baby with a tank," Jinx laughed. She was sitting on the edge of the holographic table, her avatar swinging its legs. She was wearing her new "Shadow-Stalker" set—sleek, violet leather with a hood that trailed smoke and a mask that displayed a shifting 8-bit emote. Currently, it was a xD face.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

She smiled as I slipped the shoes on, taking one last look in the mirror at myself and repeating the words that Archer told me, I nod my head. It’s time to become the official Luna of The Dark Warrior Pack.

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

On the day of departure, the entire clan gathered near the main gate of the valley, standing in solemn silence. They did not cheer, they simply watched quietly as Rayden walked past them. He no longer wore his ascetic robes. He now wore the Shadow Ice Armor, a lightweight yet incredibly sturdy bluish-black leather armor capable of absorbing light and blending into shadows. At his waist hung the Frozen Moon Blade, a long, slender sword forged from eternal ice, radiating a biting cold.

"Amber, this is for you. It looked like your size, so I went ahead and got it." The Soft Inner Armor, crafted from shimmering silvery-white metal, radiated elegance and hardly seemed related to armaments. "It's sparkling, so beautiful," Olivia was mesmerized. "Ha. When you're older, I'll pass it on to you," Amber chuckled, carefully storing the armor aside and returning to her breakfast, her eyes filled with appreciation for Alexander. The family wrapped up their breakfast amid cheerful laughter. "Come on, I'll take you to school," said Alexander, grabbing the backpack and heading for the door.

A massive, shimmering dome of solar magic—the primary Sun-Shield—hovered over the entire metropolis, its golden grid pulsing with a sterile, defensive warmth. Silas pulled his black stallion to a halt beside me, his golden eyes narrowing as he stared at the distant gates. He was still clad in his battle-worn armor, the dried blood of the Judicators caked into the crevices of his iron plates. Beside him, the three thousand Lycan warriors quietly fanned out along the ridgeline, their star-silver pikes catching the dawn, their massive dire-wolf mounts letting out low, eager rumbles.

But that was not what made me go still. It was my eyes. They were shining. Not the dull green they had become after Aron entered my life. They were green like the forest in summer. Dark. Deep. Alive. He had done that for me. He had pulled me out. He had given me warmth. Security. Home. Hope. Space. And oh, Goddess, I was starting to hate the space. I showered quickly, dried myself, got dressed, and went to the office, tying my hair into a ponytail on the way there.